The woman seemed to have gotten addicted to poking his eight-pack abs, apparently forgetting the promise she'd just made. How many times had it been now? This was far more than "just once."
Having had her fill of fun, the woman finally got back on track. Her gaze shifted to the man's pants. 'How am I supposed to get these off?'
'Oh, whatever. Saving him is what's important.' With that thought, the woman's conscience was instantly clear.
She decisively unbuckled the man's belt and pulled it free. Walking to the foot of the bed, she squeezed her eyes shut, grabbed his pant cuffs, and yanked his pants down with a sharp tug.
The woman secretly peeked open one eye, then quickly snapped it shut.
Even though it was only for a second, she still got a glimpse. 'Tsk, tsk... Not bad at all,' she thought.
"Huh? What's this?" A small bottle lying next to the discarded clothes caught her eye. She walked over, picked it up, and opened it. A faint, clean fragrance drifted into her nostrils.
